Liu Liangwang shook his hand and the sign fell on the bed. He smiled bitterly.

"It's time, indeed." Liu Liangwang sighed, shaking slightly when he got up. He looked at the fortune teller, "That, thank you. At least, I'm mentally prepared. Next... well, there's nothing left. Fortunately, I haven't promised her yet, and she doesn't like me so much... I... well... if I... forget it..."

Liu Liangwang talked nonsense for a while and stopped talking.

"Take good care." Liu Liangwang stepped forward and patted the fortune teller on the shoulder.

He raised his head and exhaled, turned around slowly, and took a step. He walked faster and faster, leaving the room, and finally left the door closed.

After the echo disappeared, the room became quiet.

The fortune teller looked at the tarot card, flipped his other hand and unfolded the tarot card in his hand.

He slowly selected the "chariot" from all the tarot cards and covered it above the "God of Death". When he pulled his hand back, the "God of Death" was also pulled back by him and put it back into all the tarot cards.

With his movement, a sickle suddenly stabbed out of the fortune teller's chest.

I was caught off guard in this scene. At this moment, I seemed to feel a knife penetrated my chest.

When I came back to my senses and covered my chest, I saw a shadow of death appearing on the wall behind the fortune teller.

The appearance of the god of death is exactly the same as the picture on the tarot card. However, the sickle in its hand is not held normally, but is hung upside down. The tip penetrates the fortune teller and picks up slightly, hanging the fortune teller on the blade.

Blood kept spilling out of the fortune teller's mouth, and blood dripped from the sickle on his chest.

The god of death floated motionlessly in the air, maintaining this posture for three seconds before slowly pulling out the sickle.

I heard the sound of blades and bones, muscles rubbing, and the clear sound of blood. The blood soaked the clothes and the quilt.

When the sickle was completely pulled out, the fortune teller's body tilted and the man fell to the bed.

The god of death was like a mirage, slowly dissipating.

I was still a little stunned at the lying fortune teller. The scenery in front of me suddenly became blurred, as if there was a snowflake screen on the TV.

In a blink of an eye, different scenes appeared in the flashing snowflakes.

I realized this was the memory of the fortune teller.

In the chaotic scene, I saw a group of children.

The fortune teller also became a child and was pressed against the wall by other children.

They looked like a group of elementary school students. Among them, the fortune teller was thinner and looked younger.

The children are playing.

The biggest one pressed the fortune teller, grabbed the tarot card on the table next to him, and stuffed it into the fortune teller's mouth.

"Sister! You just like girls' things!" The big guy shouted, and the half-baby next to him laughed.

The girl started crying.

A girl rushed up directly, pushed the big guy with a push, and screamed: "Let go of Lan Jiayan!"

"You just like this sissy!" The big guy choked back with a blushing face and a thick neck.

The two immediately fought together.

The fortune teller fell to the ground, coughed, and spit out the tarot card in his mouth.

The girl next to him pulled him but couldn't pull him up.

Soon, a student followed the teacher in. The teacher scolded him, and the two children who fought were pulled apart.

The fortune teller did not cry, but sat on the ground, staring at the two broken tarot cards.

Compared to his tarot card, the cards in front of him are more girlish and more childlike. The pink background and the cards are all cartoons, and they are obviously girls' toys.

I stared at the fortune teller.

In terms of appearance, the fortune teller has not changed much, as for his personality...

This memory quickly blurred, leaving me without time to make more observations.

I only saw the fortune teller standing at the corner of the stairs with the girl who was crying and pulling him. He reached out his hand and lay quietly in his hand a deck of tarot cards.

The girl was a little disgusted and politely refused the fortune teller's apology.

"...I don't blame you. I...my mother bought it for me again. I like that color." The girl said and ran away.

The fortune teller holds the tarot card in his hand.

The back of the purple card is the same as the tarot card he used later.

In the blink of an eye, the fortune teller became a young man.

The girl sitting opposite him was full of stars and reached out to draw a card.

The girl changes a lot when she grows up, and I'm not sure if the girl in front of me is the girl before.

The girl's smile quickly collapsed, and she showed the god of death on the card to the fortune teller pitifully.

As soon as I saw the card, various pictures poured into the fortune teller's mind.

At the same time, I saw those tragic scenes - the girl's body fell from the balcony of the high building, screaming until she landed heavily.

"You... will die..." the fortune teller said, "You... will fall from the building..."

The girl immediately became unhappy and pouted, "How could she be so divination!"

Before I finished speaking, I heard the strange "creaking" sound. I couldn't help but raise my head.

Above the two of them, the fan in the classroom was rotating.

Squeak-

After a light sound, a rumbling sound came down with fragments of the ceiling and still rotating fan.

The fortune teller was still sitting there motionless.

The girl's blood splattered on the fortune teller's eyes.

The students around him screamed.

My heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Everything happened too quickly, I didn't have time to react, and the fortune teller didn't have time to react.

Such memories also pass by in a flash.

Then, the memory of the fortune teller alone.

He sat in front of the desk in the hotel room, with a mirror and a tarot card on the desk.

There are a total of six tarot cards, forming a pyramid shape, and the top one is Death.

The fortune teller sat in meditation for a long time and unfolded the tarot card in his hand.

I didn't see any card he drew, but when his hand covered the card of death, the mirror in front of him was like water, and the figure of death appeared from it.

The fortune teller looked up at the god of death and slowly withdrew his hand. The card in his hand was the god of death.

The sickle of the god of death raised high, swept his arm, and passed through the fortune teller's chest, like a gust of wind, flashing away, dispelling his figure.

The blood spurted out by the fortune teller's mouth dyed the table red, covering the tarot cards on the table.

He supported the table with both hands, and the death card fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough..." After a long period of severe coughing, the fortune teller wiped the tarot card with his hand, carefully wiped the blood on the table, and threw the tissue into the toilet.

I heard the sound of the door opening.

When I turned my head, I saw Liu Liangwang's anxious and worried face, and Wu Qiren, who was covered in dust behind him.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind and I hurried to look at the bedside table in the room. There should be a time displayed on it. Even if I didn't see it, I also determined the time of this memory in my heart.

After I turned around, I saw a light.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, shining into the fortune teller's pupils.

He had no breath, his eyes were open, and he could not see anything.

The dazzling light also fell into my eyes.

I blinked and found that it was the light on the screen of my phone.

The dream ended like this.
Chapter completed!